The Mystery Of The Goth Nightclub

Episode 1

Sherlock Holmes and John Watson are at Sherlock's apartment, in 21st century New York. Classical music is playing on the gramophone.
"It's been two years since we've been back," says Sherlock. "And I must say, I'm glad to be back."
"I bet," you say.
Sherlock turns off the gramophone.
"Watson, you're a doctor. Have a look at this."

> Sherlock shows Watson his toe, which is missing a toenail.
"You got a blister," says Watson.
"Of course," says Sherlock. "I got a blister, just like anyone else."
"I'm glad to hear it," says Watson.

> Sherlock looks through the newspaper for anything interesting.
"Anything interesting in the paper?"
Sherlock leans over to pick up the discarded newspaper.
"Only the obituaries," he says. "Nothing else."
Sherlock flops down on the couch.

> Sherlock says "I am bored, Watson. My mind requires stimulation. Almost all of the crimes in the papers are just gang murders. The only thing vaguely interesting is that man who was executed in the alleyway beside the Krispy Kreme. "
"What was his name?"
"Albert," says Sherlock.
"Yeah, that's not interesting at all," you say.
"What's not interesting about it?"

> Watson says "We're in New York, Holmes! This city is absolutely RIDDEN with Crime! Where are the funny papers?"
"I'm not your bloody butler, you're supposed to get your own newspaper," says Sherlock.
"But I don't want to get my own newspaper! I want you to get it!"
"Too bad!"
Sherlock leans over and picks up the discarded newspaper.

> Sherlock throws it at Watson.
"Get out of here, Watson!"
Watson recoils at the unexpected move.
"What are you?"

> Sherlock says "Bored. I am bored."
"I'm not taking the newspaper."
Sherlock leans in and snatches the paper out of Watson's hands.
"Fine, have it your own way," says Sherlock. "I need something to do."

> Watson says "You don't have to take out your BOREDOM on your friend. I have feelings too, you know!"
"Sorry, John."
"Apology accepted," says John. "But I would like to go out for a bit. I could do with some fresh air."
"Go ahead," says Sherlock. "I'll be fine here on my own."
Watson gets up and leaves the room.

> Sherlock stares dramatically out of the window while smoking a pipe.
You watch as Watson steps out onto the porch.
"Are you going to stare at that paper for the rest of eternity, Sherlock Holmes?"
"Apparently," says Holmes.
Sherlock lights up the pipe.

> Watson says "Well, I'm going to Taco Bell!"
"Fine," says Sherlock. "I'll stay here and watch the apartment."
"See you in a bit," says John.
Watson walks out of the room and leaves the house.
It's just Sherlock alone in the room.

> Watson delays to Taco Bell.
It takes about an hour for the delicious meal to be prepared.
"I'll just wait here," you say to yourself.
You sit in the waiting area, watching as people come and go.
Eventually, after about an hour of waiting, your food is ready.

> Watson says "Ahhh, my beefy five-layer burritos are ready! Can I have hot sauce, server?"
"Of course," she says.
The woman hands you a small cup of hot sauce.
"Thank you," you say.
You open the container and pour some of the delicious hot sauce onto your burrito.
"I'll have to remember to ask her name before I leave."

> Watson says "You know, I'm a doctor."
"What?" you say.
"I'm a doctor."
"I thought you worked at a Taco Bell."
"I do," says John. "But I'm also a doctor."
"Oh, really?" you say. "What kind of doctor are you?"

> Watson has forgotten what kind of doctor he is. He dials Holmes on the cellular to ask him.
"Holmes?" he asks. "What kind of doctor am I?"
"A bad one," says Sherlock.
"Oh," says John.
He hangs up the phone.
"I'm a bad doctor," he tells the woman.
"Oh, really?" she says.